The Dancer

It was a simple story of provocation

No claim of fame no glory - just aggravation

That might be an answer fading away

Running like a shadow wanting to stay

Oh-oh

It was a simple story

Burning hot and learning

When you tip toe cross the floor

It's hard to face the music

When the dancer you have loved walks out the door

Burning hot and learning

Like I've frozen picture frame

No one else can help me stop the pain

There's not a hint of Christie, no investigation

At times my mind goes misty to much sedation

All that midnight phantoms sharing my bed

Mixing up the reasons inside my head

Oh-oh

It was a simple story

Burning hot and learning

When you tip toe cross the floor

It's hard to face the music

When the dancer you have loved walks out the door

Burning hot and learning

When you tip toe cross the floor

It's hard to face the music

When the dancer you have loved walks out the door

No one else can help me stop the pain

Burning hot and learning

When you tip toe cross the floor

It's hard to face the music

When the dancer you have loved walks out the door

Burning hot and learning

Like I've frozen picture frame

No one else can help me stop the pain